Chapter 6
Lord William Essex Wallace, Viscount Dalancy was startled to find a thin young girl in the same bed with him, in his arms none the less. Furthermore, upon investigation, he realized that he and the girl both had on rather strange garments. He spent several moments wracking his brain for anything that could point him in the right direction of where he could be.
Finally, he came to the conclusion that he must have been drugged and abducted. Over at the club the other week, he had read a most interesting story of a man who was kidnapped by business rivals and set aboard a schooner for the Orient. While he had no rivals nor any business to speak of - he did have several ambitious cousins who would most likely covet his title and the little remaining wealth behind it.
When he, the younger son, inherited the title when his brother died unexpectedly the winter before last, it had been a shock to him. Knowing money was scare, he had gotten himself set up in a Barrister's office. The work was respectable enough and it gave him time to indulge in his true passion - writing. Many nights he would stay up writing by candlelight and dreaming of the day when he could find the true inspiration for his work.
When Robert died, he was called home and into the unfortunate whirl of parties and the masquerade of polite society. The more time he spent there, the more restless and empty he felt.
And now this --- whatever --- wherever this is.
The strangely dressed girl turns toward him in sleep, one leg curling up and around his hip. His body responds for a moment but soon his distress over his situation helps him to get hold of himself. Unlike many members of society, he is remains a virgin at twenty-six. He has a love. A love that he has coveted from afar for several years but he has taken presumed to act upon it. Somehow, the thought of sullying the innocence of the rare flower of his heart, is beyond him. When the dark, sexual restlessness stirs in his breast late in the night, he strives to beat it back as best he can. The feelings seem less civilized than appropriate for a gently bred man such as himself and run contrary to the higher aims of his aspirations.
Suddenly, almost as if the dark restlessness rises from within him at his very thought, he feels another inside of him. It is the most disquieting feeling he is ever had. While he has never believed in possession, he is certain that there is another entity inside of his body now. Or either he is going mad. Perhaps this is an asylum of sorts?
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Spike feels odd, disembodied. It only takes him a second to realize that he is still in this parallel realm with the Slayer Bit. This plain has always given him the shivers and he wouldn't be here now if it weren't for damned Dru. Give it to Dru, even in death she is spooking him.
Closing his eyes, he concentrates his spirit and the Slayer's up, up, up - until they once again possess their earthly bodies. Immediately, Spike comes up against something that wasn't there before. Something dense feeling, that he must force his way through. He doesn't like it one bit whatever is it and pushes with all of his force and will.
Suddenly, the two opposing forces mesh together in an all-together uncomfortable feeling. Disoriented, Spike sits up trying to gather his wits about him. The truth of the matter rushes toward him as he quickly recalls his most recent thoughts and feelings.
It was enough to drive a lesser man mad but the demon is strong and seeks to dampened the panic that Lord William is feeling as the two distinct parts of the man surge together for the first time in well over a century. Before he can make sense of it, the girl - the Slayer - he knows her - scents her - she is Dru - and not Dru - she is vampire - and slayer - she is light - and dark - she stirs. She is a study in contrasts. She is his mate.
Her eyes open - browner than he recalled - more like Dru's - less hazel. Her face is blank for a moment, it stays blank and open as she begins to speak. She sits up and tries to put words to what she is feeling.
"Spike?"
The man beside her looks unsure. In her few encounters with Spike, he has been anything but unsure. His face looks younger somehow, not as guarded, not as sardonic.
"Uh, yeah? Slayer? Buffy?" he questions back.
He even sounds unsure. She continues, "My soul, I remember, somehow, Willow got my soul back for me and then I woke up and I --- it was like --- like a war --- going on inside of me."
"Tell me about it, Pet!" Spike intones in a way that sparks on curiosity.
The new vampire status thingy, has put them in a less adversarial posture but the whole thing - remembering him in her mind - remembering Dru in her mind - it was weird. "Sounds like you know."
Arching an eyebrow, he answers, "As a matter of fact, Luv, I do. Whatever mo-jo your witch friend did, she did it to me too."
Buffy turns to look fully at this man, the man - beyond the demon. Her face is incredulous.
While she looks on, he straightens his shoulders a bit and takes her hand, kissing it with a slight box. Looking her in the eyes, he speaks with an accent she has not heard from him before. It is softer, deeper, a rumble. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Lord William Essex Wallace, Viscount Dalancy. From what I can make sense of, I was turned in the year 1859 by Drusilla, with a little assistance from her sire, Angelus."
"Drusilla has been my mate for all this time, but yesterday, Angelus killed Dru. But ol' Dru, she wasn't to be outdone and was ready to get the last laugh. So, she decided to do some magic. She was always good at that. So she took and you and me and she --- she stirred us all up like. Took you away from Angelus, she did. Gave you to me, for both our sakes, and to get revenge on that evil bugger for driving her mad all that time ago. Killed her family, he did."
If possible, Buffy's face looks even blanker than his own. Neither William nor Spike can tolerate the silence well. "Well Luv? Any of that rot ring a bell?'
"Ahhh, yeah, I'm afraid it does." She sounds warily.
"Hey, could be worse, I'm not likely to drive you mad and kill your family like that wanker. Treated Dru like a queen." He announces feeling unsure toward her. As soon as he looks at her face, again he realizes what he has said and what must have happened. Without thought, he draws her into his arms and gently rocks her.
"Yeah, Pet, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm sorry. I promise I won't ever let anything like that happen again. Truly".
At the voice, at its contents, Buffy pulls back to look into Spike's face. It is truly another man holding her. Truth be known, it isn't exactly William and it certainly isn't exactly Spike but someone new in between. She is strangely drawn to the man and the comfort he provides.
Nuzzling back into the crook of his neck, she feels herself shift. Her hunger hits her hard but before she can even think to ask, he seems to know and places a gentle hand at the back on her on neck. She understands the invitation and bites deep.
In this position, William has the incredible view of her own golden neck all the while feeling her mouth drawing on him, each pull divine. His own face shifts as he is drawn to reciprocate her embrace in kind.
The circuit that they conjure is powerful and sweet. Perpetuating itself over and over.
Lord William Essex Wallace, Viscount Dalancy was startled to find a thin young girl in the same bed with him, in his arms none the less. Furthermore, upon investigation, he realized that he and the girl both had on rather strange garments. He spent several moments wracking his brain for anything that could point him in the right direction of where he could be.
Finally, he came to the conclusion that he must have been drugged and abducted. Over at the club the other week, he had read a most interesting story of a man who was kidnapped by business rivals and set aboard a schooner for the Orient. While he had no rivals nor any business to speak of - he did have several ambitious cousins who would most likely covet his title and the little remaining wealth behind it.
When he, the younger son, inherited the title when his brother died unexpectedly the winter before last, it had been a shock to him. Knowing money was scare, he had gotten himself set up in a Barrister's office. The work was respectable enough and it gave him time to indulge in his true passion - writing. Many nights he would stay up writing by candlelight and dreaming of the day when he could find the true inspiration for his work.
When Robert died, he was called home and into the unfortunate whirl of parties and the masquerade of polite society. The more time he spent there, the more restless and empty he felt.
And now this --- whatever --- wherever this is.
The strangely dressed girl turns toward him in sleep, one leg curling up and around his hip. His body responds for a moment but soon his distress over his situation helps him to get hold of himself. Unlike many members of society, he is remains a virgin at twenty-six. He has a love. A love that he has coveted from afar for several years but he has taken presumed to act upon it. Somehow, the thought of sullying the innocence of the rare flower of his heart, is beyond him. When the dark, sexual restlessness stirs in his breast late in the night, he strives to beat it back as best he can. The feelings seem less civilized than appropriate for a gently bred man such as himself and run contrary to the higher aims of his aspirations.
Suddenly, almost as if the dark restlessness rises from within him at his very thought, he feels another inside of him. It is the most disquieting feeling he is ever had. While he has never believed in possession, he is certain that there is another entity inside of his body now. Or either he is going mad. Perhaps this is an asylum of sorts?
**********************
Spike feels odd, disembodied. It only takes him a second to realize that he is still in this parallel realm with the Slayer Bit. This plain has always given him the shivers and he wouldn't be here now if it weren't for damned Dru. Give it to Dru, even in death she is spooking him.
Closing his eyes, he concentrates his spirit and the Slayer's up, up, up - until they once again possess their earthly bodies. Immediately, Spike comes up against something that wasn't there before. Something dense feeling, that he must force his way through. He doesn't like it one bit whatever is it and pushes with all of his force and will.
Suddenly, the two opposing forces mesh together in an all-together uncomfortable feeling. Disoriented, Spike sits up trying to gather his wits about him. The truth of the matter rushes toward him as he quickly recalls his most recent thoughts and feelings.
It was enough to drive a lesser man mad but the demon is strong and seeks to dampened the panic that Lord William is feeling as the two distinct parts of the man surge together for the first time in well over a century. Before he can make sense of it, the girl - the Slayer - he knows her - scents her - she is Dru - and not Dru - she is vampire - and slayer - she is light - and dark - she stirs. She is a study in contrasts. She is his mate.
Her eyes open - browner than he recalled - more like Dru's - less hazel. Her face is blank for a moment, it stays blank and open as she begins to speak. She sits up and tries to put words to what she is feeling.
"Spike?"
The man beside her looks unsure. In her few encounters with Spike, he has been anything but unsure. His face looks younger somehow, not as guarded, not as sardonic.
"Uh, yeah? Slayer? Buffy?" he questions back.
He even sounds unsure. She continues, "My soul, I remember, somehow, Willow got my soul back for me and then I woke up and I --- it was like --- like a war --- going on inside of me."
"Tell me about it, Pet!" Spike intones in a way that sparks on curiosity.
The new vampire status thingy, has put them in a less adversarial posture but the whole thing - remembering him in her mind - remembering Dru in her mind - it was weird. "Sounds like you know."
Arching an eyebrow, he answers, "As a matter of fact, Luv, I do. Whatever mo-jo your witch friend did, she did it to me too."
Buffy turns to look fully at this man, the man - beyond the demon. Her face is incredulous.
While she looks on, he straightens his shoulders a bit and takes her hand, kissing it with a slight box. Looking her in the eyes, he speaks with an accent she has not heard from him before. It is softer, deeper, a rumble. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Lord William Essex Wallace, Viscount Dalancy. From what I can make sense of, I was turned in the year 1859 by Drusilla, with a little assistance from her sire, Angelus."
"Drusilla has been my mate for all this time, but yesterday, Angelus killed Dru. But ol' Dru, she wasn't to be outdone and was ready to get the last laugh. So, she decided to do some magic. She was always good at that. So she took and you and me and she --- she stirred us all up like. Took you away from Angelus, she did. Gave you to me, for both our sakes, and to get revenge on that evil bugger for driving her mad all that time ago. Killed her family, he did."
If possible, Buffy's face looks even blanker than his own. Neither William nor Spike can tolerate the silence well. "Well Luv? Any of that rot ring a bell?'
"Ahhh, yeah, I'm afraid it does." She sounds warily.
"Hey, could be worse, I'm not likely to drive you mad and kill your family like that wanker. Treated Dru like a queen." He announces feeling unsure toward her. As soon as he looks at her face, again he realizes what he has said and what must have happened. Without thought, he draws her into his arms and gently rocks her.
"Yeah, Pet, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm sorry. I promise I won't ever let anything like that happen again. Truly".
At the voice, at its contents, Buffy pulls back to look into Spike's face. It is truly another man holding her. Truth be known, it isn't exactly William and it certainly isn't exactly Spike but someone new in between. She is strangely drawn to the man and the comfort he provides.
Nuzzling back into the crook of his neck, she feels herself shift. Her hunger hits her hard but before she can even think to ask, he seems to know and places a gentle hand at the back on her on neck. She understands the invitation and bites deep.
In this position, William has the incredible view of her own golden neck all the while feeling her mouth drawing on him, each pull divine. His own face shifts as he is drawn to reciprocate her embrace in kind.
The circuit that they conjure is powerful and sweet. Perpetuating itself over and over.